The Other Side is a riveting journey of discovery and magic. Following Rachel, a young girl left alone after her mother's daring quest for a new life in America ends in tragedy, the story delves into her quest to uncover her hidden magical heritage...
Out of breath, I sprinted towards the nearest tree, desperately seeking refuge. Peeking out cautiously, I saw a group of twenty-one soldiers, all dressed in pristine white armor, except for one. They look like angels, but what could be their reason for being here? My mother always said that angels lived in the sky. The weapons had sharp edges that were gleamed as beams of light. I wondered whether they could be connected to people who heartlessly took my mother's life. Or maybe had they come to rescue me from this horrible nightmare? Straining my ears, I eavesdropped one of the soldiers talking. However, his words did not make sense for me. It sounded like gibberish, unlike any language I have ever heard before. Could it be because they were speaking completely new languages? I wondered, because it did not sound like English or Spanish but something entirely different.
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"Lieutenant, I think I heard gunshots," the soldier said, his voice filled with worry. "A man said it in Russian. Do you think that it could be an EAEs? Or maybe it's the Americans?"
The commander looked puzzled when considering the options. "We can't be sure what it might be," he responded, his tone reflecting his uncertainty. "This is American territory, and we're not far from the border. There could be a few soldiers patrolling the area."
The soldier nodded and obtained the information. "I understand, sir. We should proceed cautiously, then."
The lieutenant agrees with this expression. "Absolutely. We need to stay alert and be prepared for any situation."
A six-foot-4-inch man with a muscular physique wore a black and red armor and a blue and black helmet covering his entire face. He held a black and red sword in his left hand, but it did not appear to be any ordinary sword, at least unlike the soldiers in white. The blade was blazing crimson and emitting an odd sound that sounded like hollow humming noises, almost as if it were breathing.
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In the dense embrace of the forest, the lieutenant's voice seamlessly shifted into Russian, suspicion lacing his words about the Americans. "Blin," he cursed softly, stepping onto a fallen branch that revealed small, glistening droplets of blood. Crouching, he extended a gloved hand, examining the blood under the blue light emitting from his helmet—a piece of tech as familiar to him as the back of his own hand.
